Who’s knocking at the backdoor of my eyelids
…….Its’ one forty-seven a.m.!

1:47 am

Doesn’t that bird know 
it is one fifty-five 
in a dark morning.
Hours before day break.

I wrestle with my sheets
To fall deeper into her folds
to silence the parade of words.

© SB Joy

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